Mama Bling

Another day, another Xanny sniffer

Make so many cameos on videos

Lady panty kissing

Now they gettin' shady

Got a new Bugatti

A Kawasaki and a brand new Mercedes

Tell me, where the music we could feel to?

Where's the groove we could love

Hate, cry, and then relate to?

Goddamn it

Somebody give me those answers

Till then, I'll be lapping round

These rich boys and their mansions

Fuck it, man, I'll follow the throne

Sarah's like, "Why don't you write and be like Polow Da Don?"

We could pile the money home

You could pilot a plane and fly with it back

And fix up every little problem, be gone

Baby, you antsy

Maybe if my dad wasn't motherfucking

Motivating, maybe that'd be plan B

We could rent a 5000 dollar condo out in Malibu

We fancy

Bubblegum bitches with real candy

We don't need diamond rings or fancy things

They don't mean a thing

Got my momma on my line

That's my bling, I'm her only king

One day, I'll wake up and I'll be the chief

'Cause we've been up to something

And they ain't been up to nothing

They don't want no beef

What a sad reality that we have

Scrolling through my Twitter

Like what happened to rap?

Sitting and wishing like Jack Johnson

Caution to blogs flossing artists

That'll never make my battery last

That's the last time I'll sit through

'Ye bragging a fashion accessory

Or Lupe just smacking my scalp

I don't get it, like I asked em for Malk

It wasn't some bars or details

On their 5 billion balcony house

You caught a wave

And they stole from it, now Cole run it

Chance Bennett been it since "Hey Ma"

An immaculate soul done it

I'm up next, and I'm fan-fucking-tastic

My fans love the accent and my family backed it

My pants tight

My hair did and I got my dance on

Pass me the funk I could rant on

Maybe give me that Les Paul decks on the road

Maybe the Rhodes

Show the tour bus and map to the show

See how it goes, bitch

We don't need diamond rings or fancy things

They don't mean a thing

Got my momma on my line

That's my bling, I'm her only king

One day, I'll wake up and I'll be the chief

'Cause we've been up to something

And they ain't been up to nothing

They don't want no beef

'Cause I been on fire

I been on true

I been on me

I meant to call you

I been on 66 on Christmas wishlist

All I want is this, babe, we such misfits

We been on shrooms

We been on weed

We done had sex in this city on E

They want us dismissed they want us gone

But we gone be right here

We gone be right here, yeah

Yeah